Confused yet focussed, lonely yet surrounded by people, confident yet unsure!
Contradictory phrases aren’t they? I believe, that’s how every individual between the age range of 20 and 23 feels. When I discussed the same with a close associate of mine, he forwarded a mail which described this whole feeling of insecurity as quarter life crisis.
This is the period where we get to know ourselves better. We realise that in spite of enjoying people’s company, at times we really want to be left alone to ponder about questions that are unanswered. We like the freedom away from home but still crave for family. We want to feel independent but don’t want to be left alone.
Change is an inevitable part during this period. It becomes difficult to handle it because there is no way we can avoid the change. We desperately want to rewind and re live lives that we had a few years back. We want to go back to our comfortable cocoons than face the realities of life. But unfortunately there is no way that we can go back; we are left without an option other than moving on! We face the change, we accept it (without a choice) and we learn to move on.
The whole transition from that of a lazy college going student to a person with a certain amount of seriousness towards life is quite challenging. We start becoming more concerned and serious about how life would be after the next two years. We start thinking more in terms of what exactly we want from our career. We start questioning some of the strongest beliefs that we’ve had for years now. Acting immature no longer seems fun. We want to make a space where we can place ourselves and feel good about it. In short, the journey to make an identity for oneself begins.
It’s definitely the most crucial and difficult phase in life. But these ups and downs make life more interesting and challenging.
So, this post is dedicated to all those people who are going through ‘quarter life crisis’. Laugh and live through it! Everything will fall in place someday
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
TV journalism is not all about TV.
‘When can we see you on TV’? ‘Can we see you as an anchor on TV’?
These are the questions that I get from people every time I introduce myself as a student of journalism. Now that I am an apprentice with NDTV, questions like these have become more frequent. Initially I used to casually push the question away by giving a callous answer. But guess what? I no longer want to do it.
Most people from a non-media background are under a misconception that broadcast journalism is all about anchoring and reporting. But do people even for a moment think about the amount of work that happens behind the camera? However, I do agree that it is wrong to blame people for their partial knowledge about television news.
A news anchor and a reporter might articulate a story and sometimes do more than that, but the muscle to the story is given by a million other people working behind the camera. Three weeks as an apprentice in NDTV has given me a basic insight into the tactics, efforts and chaos inside a newsroom. Everything that is shown on television looks glamorous and rosy, but it takes a whole bunch of people to make ‘our’ news screens look beautiful. So if any of you think that television journalism is a glamorous field- forget it! It’s definitely not. It has lot more dimensions to it than just glamour.
It takes years and years of experience to become an anchor or even a reporter for that matter. (In a good news channel that is). So to be in front of the camera it involves a whole process of learning, building contacts, getting on to the field and experience everything first hand.
Lastly a sincere request to all- Please Stop assuming that television journalism is all about anchoring and reporting! By doing so you are disregarding the effort of a lot of other people who actually put 'news' together.
These are the questions that I get from people every time I introduce myself as a student of journalism. Now that I am an apprentice with NDTV, questions like these have become more frequent. Initially I used to casually push the question away by giving a callous answer. But guess what? I no longer want to do it.
Most people from a non-media background are under a misconception that broadcast journalism is all about anchoring and reporting. But do people even for a moment think about the amount of work that happens behind the camera? However, I do agree that it is wrong to blame people for their partial knowledge about television news.
A news anchor and a reporter might articulate a story and sometimes do more than that, but the muscle to the story is given by a million other people working behind the camera. Three weeks as an apprentice in NDTV has given me a basic insight into the tactics, efforts and chaos inside a newsroom. Everything that is shown on television looks glamorous and rosy, but it takes a whole bunch of people to make ‘our’ news screens look beautiful. So if any of you think that television journalism is a glamorous field- forget it! It’s definitely not. It has lot more dimensions to it than just glamour.
It takes years and years of experience to become an anchor or even a reporter for that matter. (In a good news channel that is). So to be in front of the camera it involves a whole process of learning, building contacts, getting on to the field and experience everything first hand.
Lastly a sincere request to all- Please Stop assuming that television journalism is all about anchoring and reporting! By doing so you are disregarding the effort of a lot of other people who actually put 'news' together.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Experience
WEEK1: Delhi
Adjustment is no longer just a word for me. It has a lot more meaning than it had before. I never imagined that shifting to a new place would drain me out mentally and physically. I was trying to push myself to adjust to every new thing that came my way- new city, new kind of food, new people and an absolutely new hostel experience. The challenging part of this phase is that it is never easy and it is of course foolish to expect to wade through this phase easily. Every day of this week started with a bitter feeling of missing home. Every new morning came with a new set of challenges. I had almost given up the hope of getting back to my old self. I desperately wanted my mind to get accustomed to ‘DELHI LIFE’. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. I wanted myself back. Throughout the week I kept thinking about the weekend. The very fact that I would be alone over the weekend made me feel sick. The first thought on my mind on Saturday morning was about how to spend the entire day alone. I was clueless.
However, Life always takes unexpected turns. As I was sitting in my room thinking about home, I got a call from a friend who stays in Delhi. As soon I answered her call she knew I wasn’t the old girl. She realised that I was going through home sickness even before I mentioned it. She just said one thing ‘Shut up and come home, NOW’. I did not hesitate to say a yes. As I entered her apartment I got what I desperately needed at that moment- A HOMELY ATMOSPHERE. I spent the entire day roaming around with her family. I got everything that I wanted. At the end of the day I realised that I have a family in Delhi now. I have MY people here. That’s all I craved for. Thank you to that friend for making me feel better.
Adjustment is no longer just a word for me. It has a lot more meaning than it had before. I never imagined that shifting to a new place would drain me out mentally and physically. I was trying to push myself to adjust to every new thing that came my way- new city, new kind of food, new people and an absolutely new hostel experience. The challenging part of this phase is that it is never easy and it is of course foolish to expect to wade through this phase easily. Every day of this week started with a bitter feeling of missing home. Every new morning came with a new set of challenges. I had almost given up the hope of getting back to my old self. I desperately wanted my mind to get accustomed to ‘DELHI LIFE’. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. I wanted myself back. Throughout the week I kept thinking about the weekend. The very fact that I would be alone over the weekend made me feel sick. The first thought on my mind on Saturday morning was about how to spend the entire day alone. I was clueless.
However, Life always takes unexpected turns. As I was sitting in my room thinking about home, I got a call from a friend who stays in Delhi. As soon I answered her call she knew I wasn’t the old girl. She realised that I was going through home sickness even before I mentioned it. She just said one thing ‘Shut up and come home, NOW’. I did not hesitate to say a yes. As I entered her apartment I got what I desperately needed at that moment- A HOMELY ATMOSPHERE. I spent the entire day roaming around with her family. I got everything that I wanted. At the end of the day I realised that I have a family in Delhi now. I have MY people here. That’s all I craved for. Thank you to that friend for making me feel better.
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